The Human Body's Frailty and Splendor College administrator Carole Chabries had three pregnancies in three years, but two of her children were born prematurely and died. The daughter who lived has helped Chabries come to appreciate the complexities and frailties of the human body.
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The Human Body's Frailty and Splendor

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Our This I Believe essay today was sent in by listener Carol Chabries. Chabries hold a Ph.D. in English literature and is assistant dean at Union Institute and University in Cincinnati, Ohio. Here's our series curator, independent producer, Jay Allison.

JAY ALLISON: Carol Chabries spent 11 years teaching fitness classes and felt, as she said, that she could bend her body to her will. But in the past few years that feeling changed and gave rise to a new belief. Here is Carol Chabries with her essay for This I Believe.

Dr. CAROLE CHABRIES (Assistant Dean, Union Institute and University): I have long been proud of not believing, of blithely considering myself too practical for something so intangible.

Then in February 2005 I delivered my first daughter. She was stillborn, five months early, because my body failed hers. My bag of amniotic waters broke early. My tiny daughter was too young to breathe on her own, too young for steroid shots to strengthen her lungs, too young for ventilators. She was too young to live.

This would have been a good time to believe in something. Believing in God might have helped the hospital chaplain's words reach me. Believing in reincarnation would have given my daughter's brief life a deeper meaning. Believing in karma would have reminded me I had earned my despair. But that day in the hospital I did not believe.

I spent the rest of that year trying to believe in hope. Perhaps I succeeded. for on Christmas Eve I found myself unexpectedly expecting again. Hope even carried me through until August 2006, when my second daughter was born, on time and alive.

Heartened, I looked beyond hope. Could I believe in good fortune? Or merit? Certainly I deserved this daughter. Certainly I deserved a body that works, that didn't fail those I love. Luck comes and goes. Merit, I guess, is relative. Even hope is not enough.

In September 2007, I was again in a delivery room, again with prematurely ruptured membranes, again delivering a daughter too young to live. Hope, luck, good fortune: they were obviously meaningless. What mattered, what so obviously mattered, was biology. Our ordeals — my own body's failures to keep my daughters alive — were simply, purely, biological.

My first daughter was her own kind of biology lesson, stunning in her loveliness. She was a miniature anatomy textbook: an illustration of pure muscle and bone, a perfect network of veins and arteries crossing limbs. Holding her, I realized I had never before touched a dead human body. Sleepless next to her, I marveled at my own body, pumping blood, taking in air. Even as I wept onto her chest, her body molded into mine, head weighted against my fingertips, hips nestled into the palm of my hand.

Nobody planned these deaths. I didn't earn them. They aren't bad luck or even accidents. They are simply the result of human bodies at work.

Belief did not come easily, but our bodies — mine and my daughters' — have brought me around. Now I believe: I believe in the biological complexities of human bodies. They break down and grow strong; their vital processes do not fail, and they do. I believe in the body's unpredictability and frailty, in its heartbreaking splendor.

My one living daughter is somehow a little sister, a big sister and yet an only child. Her body is gloriously alive. And every time I hold her — every time our bodies touch — I feel the strange and wonderful vitality that accompanies my new-found belief.

ALLISON: Carole Chabries with her essay for This I Believe. Chabries said that her surrender to biology is a belief that comforts, especially now that she is pregnant again. We hope you'll tell us something you've discovered about her own beliefs. For more information visit our Web site at

For This I Believe, I'm Jay Allison.

HANSEN: Jay Allison is co-editor with Dan Gediman, John Gregory and Viki Merrick of the book "This I Believe: The Personal Philosophies of Remarkable Men and Women."

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